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Wonder why I’m forever calling my son “crazy” or my little “wild card”? Wonder why I have an abundance of gray hairs? Well, you’re about to witness the reason.

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I asked Big T to sit down so I could asked him some questions. I showed him last year’s birthday interview to refresh his memory of the process, and I incentivized his participation with a bribe of an extra birthday gift.

The result? Well, for one, an extremely frustrated mom.

He wouldn’t sit still and answer my questions. I asked the same thing over and over because he insisted on being difficult. A week went by and I left the video alone before I finally sat down to edit it. Expecting to be utterly disappointed with the result.

But as I pulled up his interview, I couldn’t stop laughing. Yes,  he was all over the place. And yes, he was being so silly, and difficult and just… HIMSELF. Why should I expect him to be sit still serious when that’s absolutely not him?

I told my husband about my revelation and he told me something I’ll never forget.

“The point isn’t to get perfect answers, it’s to capture his personality. And you did that.”

He gets it! Now I should too.

Here’s his 3-year-old birthday interview from last year and here are some prompts if you’re looking for questions to ask your kids, from young to old, to get thoughtful (or not) responses and see how they change each year.

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Sometimes I feel like my kids are magic. They sure believe in it. Their wild imaginations are a big reason why they both wind up crowding me in my bed at night.

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It’s not unusual to find my son creating funny dialog with a Barbie doll in his hand, or my daughter running around with a daddy dinosaur playing a game of prehistoric house. When it comes to playing, they’re happy to do it together no matter what it is. And yea, sometimes that means my son’s dinosaur is “eating” my daughter’s doll.

Their favorite kind of play however goes beyond dollhouse walls, even beyond the walls of our home.

“Let’s go for a walk,” I called after a long day inside homeschooling and reading lots and lots of books. We can travel far and wide through text on a book, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t still get outside.

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Watching my children play is like magic. Raising biracial children. A millennial mom blog.

I told them to change their clothes (it was one of those days we opted to stay in PJs all day) and get their shoes on. They ran to their rooms. Lil’ J helped her brother pull on his new pair of shorts. They were both comfy in Carter’s clothes we racked up at a sale at Kohl’s. Lil’ J was in a skort because “I can’t ride a bike in a dress” but of course she can’t just wear plain shorts either. That’s not her style.

My son in pink because she likes to have her brother match her, and because he’s totally cool in pink.

They hopped on their bikes and I jogged close behind them, enjoying their smiles and the fresh air.

Watching my children play is like magic. Raising biracial children. A millennial mom blog.

“Have you ever played Freeze Tag?” I asked as we reached the park.

“No, what’s that?” My daughter asked. My 11-year-old sister was there to help break it down.

“It’s like regular tag but when the person who is it tags you, you have to freeze in place,” she explained.

I was it first, and the evening was full of belly laughs and side aches.

I’m constantly amazed by their imaginations. I mean, I have a pretty big imagination but they are something else. Climbing on a simple rock wall isn’t just that… It is a castle they’re climbing and jumping off of and onto their dragons so they can fly away and escape the bad guys.

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Watching my children play is like magic. Raising biracial children. A millennial mom blog.

It’s a magic of youth I wish I could conjure up more myself. A magic I love soaking in as I watch them. A magic I hope they never completely lose grip of. A beautiful magic.


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It’s funny how life works. You’re heading down a path, then one day you take a risky detour, not sure where it’ll take you. Only years later are we able to look back and realize that we were following a route made for us all along.

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Three and a half years ago I faced one of the toughest decisions of my life when I was deciding whether or not to leave my full-time job and stay at home with my kids, focusing on freelance writing and my blog.

What I didn’t share was much of the agonizing history behind that decision. For months and months I questioned whether or not it was the right thing to do. To leave my dream career–One I had worked towards for many years. I felt like I’d be letting down my mentors, family and friends who had supported me. I feared the scholarships I earned would have been for naught. I worried about giving up on a dream.

It took a lot of faith and prayer. Then finally I made a move and jumped. A leap of faith.

As I landed in these new waters I didn’t even know what goals to set because I had no idea what was possible. (Now I know the answer: Anything!)

Three and a half years later there’s no question whether or not I made the right decision. In fact, I’m still watching in amazement as the story unfolds. We’re homeschooling (something I never imagined myself doing), and living a lifestyle I once thought would never be for me.

I’m not one of those cute stylish moms who gets all dolled up before taking my kids out for a playdate. No, most days I stay in my PJs or on good days I change into athletic wear (you know, so it looks like I’m going to work out). My hair stays up in a tangled messy bun.

I never thought I’d want to be with my kids this much. I was perfectly ok with sacrificing quantity of time if I still got quality. Now I love both. I feel as though in this transition the Lord softened my heart to be open to embracing motherhood in a way I hadn’t wanted to before.

One quote I love in Disney’s Queen of Katwe is “Sometimes the place you’re used to is not the place you belong. You belong where you believe you belong.”

It is an inspiring true story of a girl from the slums of Uganda, who realizes her true potential when she learns the game of chess. I’d bet Phiona had no idea the path she’d be on before she played for the first time. Yet, through that game she discovered what she was born to do.

I feel like I’m still discovering what I was born to do. My story is still unfolding. Right now I feel like I belong right here. My purpose is to raise my children to be their best selves, and to help spread goodness and make a difference. At least that’s the path I’m focusing on right now.

If there’s anything I’ve learned from this it’s that dreams can change and that’s ok. Life doesn’t always go according to our plan, there are a lot of detours. But we have to remember there’s a bigger plan that we can’t see and try to be aware of the signs leading us along the way.

When is a time you’ve had to make your move?

I’ve been raving about Queen Of Katwe for months, and it’s finally coming out on Blu-Ray January 31st. You can also get it now on Digital HD & Disney Movies AnywhereWe’re excited to watch this inspirational tale again for our family movie night.

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I sheepishly have to admit as I sat down to work on goals for 2017 I needed a refresher on what they were last year. I wrote them down but on what and where? I’m not sure. Luckily I had them saved on my blog. I hit many but not all of them:

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1. Spend more quality time with each of my kids and husband, together and individually: I definitely made this happen. Between date nights, a solo trip with each kid, and beginning our homeschool journey, I felt way closer to each member of our family.

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2. Find at least one moment to cherish every day: Though my Cherish365 photo project came in and out all year, each night as I said my prayers I was able to name at least one thing from that day that I was so thankful for or cherished.

3. Spend more time with our pup Snoop: Though we could always be doing better, I think Snoop had more walks and more outings this last year than any since we’ve been parents.

Cherish 365: The days are long but the years are short. A project to making moments last and cherish every day.

4. Cook or create with Lil’ J at least once a week: The cooking part didn’t happen that often, but if you count our homeschool experiments and art projects, we did well the second half of the year.

5. Organize and print more photos for my home: I got our photos SO organized digitally. I’ve got backups up the wazoo and I’ve deleted RAW files and narrowed the jpgs down to our favorites. I printed quite a few photos but I want to do more of that. Especially now that I have a great photo printer.

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6. Get ready (hair and makeup done) at least 2-3 times a week: Probably my biggest failure. But it made such a HUGE difference when I tried to get ready and look nice. I was better in the first half of the year than the second.– Which is probably why you saw less of my face in photos and on Snapchat.

7. Use my talents to give back: I can do better. We began a lot of family volunteering at the end of the year. I didn’t use my photography/video/speaking talents as I’ve done in years before, but I’m glad we still worked to give back planting at local farms, visiting seniors, and doing random acts of kindness.

My 2016 record isn’t too shabby. I’m still pinpointing the ones I want to focus on this year. Last year I also made a new dream board with goals to help my kids find their passions, read read read, bring a lot of Disney magic to my life and make a difference.

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I read a bunch of books, then read even more to my kids. We went to Disney World three times and Disneyland once (all but one were work trips). I walked the Disney red carpet, met my favorite directors, interviewed Steven Spielberg, started to homeschool–Effin HOMESCHOOL!–Even went to a homeschool conference! I took my daughter to visit our nation’s capital, started a new calling at church, spoke at blog conferences, received a Voice of the Year Award, did dozens of stories for my news station, celebrated 12 years of marriage, visited family in Utah, began piano lessons… I mean wow, it was an exciting year.

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It was also pretty sad. The election season was brutal. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry at some of the things our president-elect has said. And my husband’s job is more dangerous than ever. Still, I don’t feel like 2016 knocked me down. Sure, it banged us around a bit, but we’re still standing. And we will continue to rise.

Yesterday at church a quote directly in front of me bore into me the entire last hour of service (yea, church is 3 hours… have I mentioned that??). I meant to snap a picture of it as I was leaving so I’d remember but I forgot to. Nevertheless as I’m writing this blog post I remembered it almost verbatim (I just looked it up to double check).

“The joy we feel has little to do with the circumstances of our lives and everything to do with the focus of our lives.” By Russell M. Nelson.

Through our darkest days I had to believe our little family would be ok. And that we will continue to do everything we can to keep it that way for us, and our brothers and sisters (everyone else). I tried to center my energy and focus around love, compassion, and a desire for understanding and I hope to carry that into this year.

2016 was something. And I’m so ready to see what 2017 will bring.

I know a lot of people who say they like Donald Trump because “he says it like it is” he’s not afraid of not being “politically correct” or offending anyone. So I’m hoping the same people who feel that way won’t take offense to what I’m about to say. This is coming from a place of love and a yearning to help facilitate understanding and maybe start a dialogue.

I normally find myself positioned right smack in the middle of a lot of divisive topics. Being a woman, a black woman… A black woman who happens to be Mormon (I’m like Obama, Hillary and Romney wrapped into one)–and members of my religion typically have extremely conservative social opinions. I lived in Utah for four years but before that I was raised in the south (Georgia). There I was called a nigger umm… Several times. And now living in Texas (though thankfully Austin–It could be worse) I still hear the word flying around now and then in unexpected places. Oh, and on top of all that I’m married to a white cop. Needless to say, I’ve definitely had quite the mix of friends and lived in and experienced diverse communities.

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I’ve learned to listen, see, and try to understand different viewpoints. I can understand why my religious friends are so passionately anti-abortion. I can understand why my gay friends are hurt when others speak out against their marriage. Interracial marriages only became legal in all 50 states less than 50 years ago (and my church has disapproved in even more recent history). There are a lot of people still alive on this earth today who feel my marriage is wrong so yea–Solidarity.

All of that said. I know I still have a lot of work to do. I’m not perfect and I still have a lot of understanding to gain. But the one thing I will never ever understand.–The one thing I will never ever support is hate.

We all know racism is bad.

We being you and I. If you are a regular visitor to my blog I know we at least agree on that. I also think it’s pretty bad to call someone a racist just because they don’t agree with you. That said, there are other things you can say or do to set off my racist red alert.

I’ve had several conversations with friends over the last couple of days that have the thesis of “I voted for Trump but I’m not a racist, a bigot or a homophobe.”

I can understand why people are on the defense because there are a lot of harsh words and ugly memes going around right now. Maybe you scroll through your newsfeed and see something about Trump voters being bigots and think “but that’s not me!” To that I say calm down. Take a deep breath and don’t take it personally (unless someone is directly calling you out, but I’ll get to that in a moment).

As my husband blocks traffic so protestors can safely march in solidarity against Trump in the middle of the roadway, many yell and call him a racist cop. We laugh about that.

I know some of you are looking at me and saying: “No Jennifer, I mean I had someone I thought was a friend flat out call me a racist because I voted for Trump!”

Ok, well sometimes that happens too. But may I ask what conversations happened before it escalated to this point? Were you defending Trump and his remarks about minorities? Do you think what he said was wrong? Do you even care? When you were explaining the reasons why you voted for Trump did you fail to mention your distaste for his generalizing Mexicans as rapists and drug dealers? Of course you don’t owe your explanation to anyone, I’m just trying to help explain why your apathetic attitude may come across as acceptance, and why acceptance of this is not ok.

How do you feel about the racism that’s erupting after this election?

No, I’m not talking about the peaceful protests that are a protected by the constitution. No, I’m not even talking about the riots–Though I imagine you’re well aware of those. I’m talking about the middle school kids who are chanting “Build that wall” in the cafeteria around their Latino classmates who are in tears. I’m talking about racial slurs being written on black people’s cars. I’m talking about minorities being threatened by white people in the name of “yea we won!” I’m talking about the KKK planning a celebratory gathering. I’m talking about some of these terrible things that happened the day after Trump was elected president.

Did you not know about this? If not, that’s part of the problem. See, for minorities–For me, this really isn’t anything new. I am well aware that racism is alive and well today. We live it. If you haven’t noticed you probably aren’t paying attention. But when I read about these incidents and I don’t see my friends who say they voted for him saying that’s wrong, I wonder if they think that’s right. Why share sarcastic memes about violent protestors but nothing about the violent hate crimes?

Forgive me if I seem to be overreacting but these are serious emotional triggers for me. And it doesn’t seem logical, but now when I walk to the mailbox with my kids my pulse quickens when a lifted pickup truck passes by. These are serious issues facing people right now. Issues I think about just existing as a family. And I don’t even wear a hijab or run the risk of having family being deported. I imagine it must feel even worse for my Muslim and Mexican friends.

Unfortunately, electing someone despite their very outspokenly skewed views of Muslims, Mexicans, Latinos, Blacks, people with disabilities and let’s not forget women, can lead some people to believe that way of thinking is acceptable.

This is the reason I worry.

Not just about possibly of discriminatory policies that may be coming in the future, but because of the hateful actions from those very happy about the election results. Because racist people now think it’s ok to come out of hiding and say what they really think.

I know you don’t want to be associated with that crowd. I don’t want you to either. To agree with Trump politically is one thing, but when you don’t stand against the racist things that are coming from this, or the hurtful things he said himself, then I’m left wondering if you agree with them.

So if you say you are not racist, that you do not agree with the things Trump has said about minorities or Muslims. Say it! Take a stand. Stand up to racism. Don’t allow it, don’t condone it, speak against it. I know it’s scary, I know it’s probably outside of your comfort level and the type of things you normally talk about, but we can’t do it alone. We need you to help bridge the divide.

To help stand up for what’s right.

For me… Just having someone acknowledge my feelings goes a long way. I have two friends who have recently reached out to me and said how they look at the world differently. How when they’re out and see people donning confederate flags they wonder how that encounter might go if they were Black. Just that acknowledgement of “Hey, racism sucks, I’m sorry you have to deal with this,” goes a long way… for me at least. I guess I’m easy to please.

So may I suggest we use this awkward period after an election where we’re giving our friends and relatives the side eye to also learn a little more about each other?

Look around at your circle of friends. How diverse are they? Do you have friends who voted for the other guy (or gal)? Do you have friends who practice different religions? Friends of different races? Do you have gay friends? If all of your friends look and/or think like you do, it may be time to ask yourself why, and consider how your homogenous circle could affect your views of the world.

I’m not going to call you a racist because you voted for Trump. But your actions now will speak much louder than your vote.

Remember how before kids you were young and fun and have plans every weekend? Well, maybe some people still maintain that fun lifestyle but I’ve gone the boring route. Yes. I think I’m officially entering old and boring territory. My husband has been there for a while (sometimes I think he was born that way). But I’m entering that realm and I’m not sure what I think about it.

I laugh to myself when friends ask me what our weekend plans are because it’s almost always the same–Hanging out at home.

Sometimes we’ll get a little crazy and venture out to do some shopping or hit up the outlet malls. But more than likely we’re at home, maybe watching football or playing in the back yard.

This weekend was no different.

We are homebodies. And I’m not ashamed.

But… BUT… We do make our time at home interesting from time to time.

For instance, my daughter’s absolute favorite thing to do is to darken the room, have daddy build a fort, then watch a Disney movie (or a BYU football game).

Our Cougars played this weekend so we were due for a fort and I decided to help this time.

I told the kids to wait and play in the playroom and enlisted my husband’s professional help so we could surprise them. I had a brilliant idea to use my tripods to add height then went all out with twine and clothespins and lights and layers and layers of sheets. Not to toot my own horn but I actually did a pretty good job.

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When they came in the room to see it their faces lit up and they were excited to climb inside.

“This is AMAZING!” Lil’ J said. She praised my work and asked just how much her daddy helped me.

The kids climbed inside and I joined them with a snack. We cheered during the exciting game that went back and forth. When we were down Lil’ J said the game was a “disasterpiece” and couldn’t wait for it to be “middletime.”

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At “middle time” we practiced reading and the kids played in the fort. I wound up falling asleep inside it before the end of the game but woke up to catch the game-winning play.

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We spent all weekend in that fort. I’m talking eating, sleeping, playing, watching TV. This was partly because I couldn’t bare to take it down and partly because it was General Conference (a semi-annual televised service for my church) playing and this made watching it more entertaining.

It was just another ordinary weekend at home–But hyped up with a dose of imagination and flare. It may seem boring to some or even to myself 10 years ago, but it’s our life and we’re enjoying all of it.

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My family loves making the most of ordinary moments which is why we partnered with Life Cereal on this post. A big thanks to them for sending us a “homebody” kit that fits our personalities to pimp out our forts and make lasting memories. And for inspiring families to cherish those every day moments and Enjoy all of it.

I love taking a walk down memory lane and seeing the crazy things I used to say on this here blog. Oh man, if I could time travel–Wait, I think I wrote about that already.

But really, if I could go back in time at this very moment to the day I was writing these posts about raising multiracial babies, I’d have a lot to say to her–me–myself. But mostly it would be: SIT DOWN!

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Let’s start with #1.

#1 My baby face generator obsession

I spent way too much time playing with online tools that left me worrying my baby might come out looking nothing like me and more like someone from the Addams family.

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And I quote myself from seven years ago “I’m going to be honest here… I would like a baby girl but really all I want is 1. A healthy baby and 2. A cute baby. Boy or girl, if Spawnie is cute (not just to me, but like to everyone) I’ll be happy!”

I’m not sure if I was really being as honest as I said I was. I kind of don’t doubt her… That silly young girl who thought how her baby looked would affect her love for her child.

Reality: Your kids are cute to you. No matter if they’re 10 shades darker or 10 shades lighter than yourself, have brown, blond or red hair, you are going to love that child of yours with all your heart.

#2: Nanny mixups

“My friend mentioned earlier said people have mistaken her as the nanny before and see — I’m not sure I’d be able to handle that in a nice way. Or what if our daughter takes more of my complexion, and when my husband’s out he’s asked where he got our daughter from, implying she’s adopted.”

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Reality: Been there, done that, we survived. I think there’s a little bit of shock the first time it happens when your baby is tiny and sitting still and you’re more aware of glances and whatnot. Now? Goodness gracious I can make it through an entire shopping trip without making eye contact with anyone, much less notice if anyone gives us awkward glances. And when someone does flat out ask what’s up, we usually laugh it off. Because honestly? We pick our battles.

Now when someone says this … That’s a different story.

#3: Will our kids drive us further apart?

“I’ve heard children can bring you closer together but I’ve also heard they can drive you further apart… I hope our love for the Lord can keep us from driving each other crazy after kids!”

Reality: This was something on my mind before kids and from time to time it creeps back up. In fact, out of all of handful of pre-baby worries I’m re-living today, this one is probably the most valid. Funny enough, this one has nothing specifically to do with raising multiracial babies, it is a fear any parent could find on their mind.

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Kids DEFINITELY change things. We don’t get nearly enough alone time to have adult conversations much less date nights. Our kids are both finally sleeping in their own rooms for most of the night–That’s something. But our children haven’t gotten between us emotionally. In that regard they’ve brought us closer together.

I’d tell my younger self to enjoy those pre-kid moments together. As insanely boring as they seem, they’re the last boring moments we’ll share together in the foreseeable future.

#4: My multiracial kid won’t have anyone to date

“I worry especially that my daughters will face the same [dating] challenges I faced growing up, but won’t deal with it as I did…I worry my sons will have a hard time finding women to date because their parents don’t want their daughter child “dating a black boy.”

Reality: HA HA HA. My kids are never dating, and I like it that way. Seriously, this was a non-issue. Next!

#5: A desire for open-minded friends

“I hope as my children grow up they meet other children who are taught to have friends of all races, and date people of all nationalities.”

Reality: Right now, this actually falls a lot more on me than I expected. I’m with my kids way more than I imagined I’d be (I don’t know why in my mind I imagined them schlepping off to slumber parties with acquaintances at the mere age of 3). I meet the other kids’ parents and 99% of the time, I’m talking to mom and/or dad while my kids are playing with their friends. You can tell pretty quick if someone is going to have a problem with you or your relationship and I can choose to distance ourselves from those people. We have been blessed with amazing neighbors, church friends and now homeschool friends from all backgrounds. Beyond that, we are branching out of our own bubbles as well. Consuming books and literature about people and places that are different from us.

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I think like tends to attract like and we’ll keep meeting families and friends who have the same wish for their children.

Many of these worries have deescalated or dissolved since having my kids, and others have had new ones take their place.

For us, parenting has been much less about bracing ourselves for the hardships that can come from raising multiracial children, and much more about raising children to become compassionate members of society who know where they come from and where they want to go.

Were your pre-baby expectations different than your reality?

Multiracial Multicultural mom bloggers

Today I’m linking up with some other wonderful mamas who are sharing their stories of multicultural motherhood.

What to Expect When You’re Expecting Multiracial Babies/ De Su Mama

Will My Child Look Like Me? Thoughts from a Multicultural Mom /Raising Whasians

How to Prepare for a Multicultural Family / Almost Indian Wife

Books for the Multicultural Family / Are Those Your Kids

Since my last post I’ve been out of words and full of tears. Happy tears because of the overwhelming amount of people who understand or want to understand. Sad tears because things haven’t gotten better. Not yet. But these sort of things take time.

So where do we go from here?

Collaborations are in the works. My cry for unity was met with a loud response from others wanting to help bridge a divide between law enforcement families and Black Lives Matter supporters. It’s a great start and we are going to do something. What exactly? I don’t know yet, but when this news cycle is over and gone know that we’ll still be working to make a difference.

We shouldn’t have to live with this fear.

Meanwhile, something awesomely crazy that’s happened over the last couple of months. I’ve had a renewed sense of clarity. So much clarity and so many answers to questions I’ve been praying about.

A producer from a religious television network reached out to me a few months back about presenting on a motivational speaking show. I was honored but completely caught off guard. Why me? What do I have to offer that could possibly inspire others?

After several conversations and lots of prayer I had a very clear message nailed down, something I was passionate about and could talk about at length, something I didn’t realize other’s struggled with: Compassion and positivity.

That opportunity didn’t wind up panning out but I can’t help but feel like that experience didn’t happen by chance. Even though the show didn’t happen, taking that time to hash out my passions and emotions on these topics, and discussing them with friends has me realize this is something I should explore more.

I joke about my extreme sense of optimism all of the time. I call myself a “hopelessly optimistic” but maybe it’s something we all need more of. Maybe it’s something I need to study and talk about.

I dismiss the fact that I try to find a middle ground in every argument as being a part of my time spent as a journalist, but maybe it’s just in my nature to strive for peace.

Bunmi Laditan is the woman behind Honest Toddler. She’s amazing and I’ve loved her from afar for years. Something she said in a recent Instagram post spoke to my heart:

“I want promise you this: I’m not going to hate you. I don’t care what color you are, how you vote, or what your occupation is. I’m not going to hate you. Hatred is not my destiny. It’s not my birthright. It’s not my portion. You can say bad things about me, hate me, even kill me, and I won’t hate you. Not because of who you are, but because of who I am.”

Because of who I am.

This is who I am.

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I spend so much time introducing my kids to new topics and subjects. I’m constantly trying to see what may spark an interest or passion inside them. (It’s a huge reason I’m so excited to be diving into homeschooling.) But who knew I’d still be discovering these things about myself at 30 (well, actually many extraordinary people discover their life’s calling in their 30s and beyond).

There’s a picture hanging in our playroom–I bought it on a whim during one of my expensive visits to Hobby Lobby. It’s a canvas that says “Someday you will change the world.” As a mantra not only for my children, but our whole family… Or anyone else who sees it and feels inspired. My husband jokingly looks at it and says “For the better I hope…” Yes! For the better. Most definitely for the better! Let’s change the world for the better.

I’m a hopeless optimist but I don’t consider that a bad thing. It allows me to dream bigger dreams and believe they are possible. I want that for my children, for my friends, for you.

I’ve reorganized my blog to reflect this realization. Up at the top, instead of a dozen different ways to document family life, I’ve organized it down to a photography and video category. All of that lives under the Leave a Legacy section where I am excited to continue to share those tips and my photo series.

The other sections are as their names describe–meant to inspire action. To make a difference, whether in our children’s lives or our communities. Love the world through travel, nature, food, culture and study. Cherish the moments and milestones with our families. And leave a legacy our families will be proud of.

My blog has been through a LOT of changes in its eight year existence. From my journey towards motherhood to beginning motherhood, and now that I’m getting a grasp on my new role and duty as a woman raising two children who I hope will grow up to change the world… It seemed fitting I refocus my blog to aline with this mission I’m being so strongly pulled to.

So I hope you’ll join me as I continue to make memories with my babies but also work to make a difference with them, for them, for all of us.

Hi! I’m Jennifer Borget



I'm a part-time journalist, full-time wife and mother striving to make the world a better place and inspiring others to do the same. This is the space where I share my journey in making the most of every day.

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